Tuesday, 8 December 2015

BLOG TOUR AND REVIEW FOR LOVE ME ALWAYS BY MICHELLE LYNN


BLURB:

Sadie Miller and Brady Carson began their journey together two years ago. Now,

after most of their friends have married, it’s finally their turn to say I do.

Sadie and her bridezilla nature have made the Miller/Carson wedding the event

of the year. The cake, the caterer, and the flowers are all crossed off her list. But

she soon realizes she can’t hide the guilt from her actions years before behind the

façade of a big wedding. And if she wants her groom waiting at the end of the

aisle, she needs to be honest with him.

Brady has always been the patient one. He’s the father figure and sensible one of

the group. But the fears of failing at marriage still run deep within him. A week

before the girl he lives for takes his name, a surprise shows up on his doorstep,

and his neatly organized life is thrown off-kilter.

Once again, Sadie and Brady are tested by the ghosts of their pasts. However, this

time they must come together if they plan on living happily ever after.

EXCERPT:

 I stand and swing my keys around my finger. An internal debate weighs inside of

me on whether I should leave or not. “I’m going to head out.”

Trey swings his arm around my neck and puts me in a headlock. “Nah, we’re

going to the park.” His knuckles rub along my skull.

“I’d rather leave.”

“I’d rather get laid every night, but those days are long gone.” Trey, Grant and

Rob laugh. Paige hits Rob in the stomach and he pulls her closer to him. They’re

still in that happily-ever-after phase. When you don’t see your relationship as

anything but perfect. I miss those times.

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USA Today Bestselling author, Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her

life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of

Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.

She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation

for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat

down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her

head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids,

talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.  But

after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her

relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.

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Love Me Always is an Amazing Read. I Really enjoyed the Journey of Sadie and Brady. Sadie and Brady has to Overcome all the obstacles in their life in order to be Together.

Their Pasts have come back and they have no choice but to face it and Reveal all the Secrets they have hidden.

Michelle Lynn Always does a Wonderful Job and this Novella is no Exception. I have become a fan of her writing. I Would Recommend all the Readers to read this Series. It's A 5 STAR READ for Me.






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Release Day: December 8, 2015

Synopsis
  We are told that God will punish the wicked.  That sinful men will reap what they sow.  We are told to scourge our souls with prayer and pain to become clean once again. Well, here I am.  Wicked and sinful.  Desperate to become clean…even though it feels so good to be dirty. But even I never expected what came next. Even I never expected my punishment to come so soon. ***Midnight Mass is a novella and a sequel to Priest.  It’s intended for mature audiences only.***

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Monday, 7 December 2015


~*BLOG TOUR*~
Title: A Date With The Devil
Author: Kira Adams
Release Date: May 31, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Synopsis:
The Monster.
In one moment, my entire life was ripped away from me. I ignored the warning signs until it was too late. Until I became the victim.


He took my life away from me; my freedom, my courage. I've lived my life in debilitating fear since that fateful day.


The Savior.
He was there the day it all went down, and he's been by my side ever since. He's been the only thing that's kept me going.


He's my best friend, but he wants more. I'm terrified to lose him. I'm terrified he'll leave.


One tried to kill me.


One brought me back to life.


I'll never be the same person again--that girl died when the match was dropped. Too much has already been stolen from me.


It's time to take back what's mine.

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I knew deep down inside there was a possibility he would take it to that dark place, I just never admitted it aloud. I knew if I did, it would become real and I had been living in my own lie for so long; I didn’t want to believe it.


It isn’t until I smell the gasoline that I know we are at a point of no return.


"What are you doing?" I sputter out, gasping for breath. My ribs ache, and I have a splitting headache. I am blinking rapidly in an attempt to gain my bearings. I can feel the cold, hard concrete beneath me and I realize I am lying on the ground outside. The wind stings my face, sending goose bumps throughout my entire body.


Why can't I move?


Fear begins to accelerate through my bones at a rapid rate. I can feel my heart beating ferociously against my chest.


Why can't I move?


I'm still blinking continuously, hoping this is all just a bad dream.


"You should have listened, Bryce. You never listen."


I rack my brain quickly trying to remember what, if anything I did wrong this time. That's when Tyson's face pops into my head. Tyson was going to be my accomplice tonight. He didn’t know it, but he was going to help me escape this hell I’ve been confined in for the past couple of years.


I swallow loudly.


He warned you, my inner voice scolds me. The same voice that has held me frozen in fear in our relationship for the past two years.


I'm looking up at Robbie, and I don't even recognize him. His eyes are cold and dark, his expression blank.


That's when I see the match. He flicks it across the back of the holder and a flame ignites.


"No! No! Please!" I'm squirming around, but excruciating pain is shooting throughout my entire body.


"Just remember Bryce, you did this to yourself."


And then he drops the match.

Author Bio:
Krista Pakseresht has always been a dreamer, from the first time she opened her eyes. Creating worlds through words is one thing she is truly talented at. She specializes in Young adult/New adult romance, horror, action, fantasy, and non-fiction under the pen name Kira Adams.

She is the author of the Infinite Love series, the Foundation series, the Darkness Falls series, and the Looking Glass series.


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Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Virtual Book Tour for SILENT SCARS by Ada Frost & THE GIRL'S GOT SECRETS by Linda Kage


The Girl’s Got Secrets

Forbidden Men #7

By: Linda Kage 

Releasing November 28th, 2015 

Self-Published

Here’s the same old “girl posing as a boy” story but with a rock-n-roll twist.

Remy Curran dreams of one day being in a band, except the group she wants to join refuses to 

hire a girl drummer. So, she auditions as a guy...and makes the cut.

Becoming “Sticks,” a member of Non-Castrato, isn’t quite what she dreamed it would be, 

though. She spends most of her time keeping up the subterfuge and learning how to walk, talk, 

But what’s even harder to deal with is acting oblivious when the band’s heartthrob lead singer, 

Asher Hart, treats her like one of the guys and not a woman. She never imagined he’d be so 

much more than a pretty face with a nice voice. But he’s better than perfect. He’s perfect for her.

When love and lies combine, Remy must keep up the act or lose everything. But who knew lying 

to reach one dream could prevent you from attaining an even bigger dream?

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Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight children. Now she lives in 

Kansas with her husband, daughter, and nine cuckoo clocks. Her life's been blessed with lots of 

people to learn from and love. Writing's always been a major part of her world, and she is so 

happy to finally share some of her stories with other romance lovers.

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Excerpts for THE GIRL’S GOT SECRETS

"...You look just perfect. I would so throw you down on your bed and ride you right now if I didn’t 

know you were really a girl in there. Hell, I’m tempted to, anyway.”

I rolled my eyes but chased it with a smile. “Thanks. I think.”

“Now practice your man walk,” she demanded, waving out her hand.

She sighed. “You’re not going to pass for a dude if you stroll in there with your hidden girl hips 

swaying and flattened tits pooched out on display.”

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me. I do NOT walk like that.”

She snorted. “Oh...own it, puta. You’re a hot piece of ass, you can’t help the girly swagger.”

“Hunch your shoulder over a little more, concentrate on keeping your hips in line, and try to jut 

your cock forward when you strut.”

“That’s how hot guys walk, like they’re leading with their junk.”

I could only shake my head. I had honestly never seen a guy walk as if he were trying to poke 

his pecker out ahead of him. “Where do you come up with this shit?”

I sighed but used her suggestions, trying to overdramatize the cock-and-go strut, as I was thusly 

“What do you think?” I asked.

She purred out a promiscuous growl and clawed the air in my direction. “How do you say ‘I want 

to sit on your face’ in Spanish?”

Remy and I bent at the same time to turn on the karaoke machine.

“Sorry,” we murmured together when we nearly bumped foreheads. Then we shifted an inch 

apart but still both going in to get the machine up and running.

“Holy shit,” she murmured under her breath, turning toward me slightly. “You smell really good.”

I didn’t want it to, but my body reacted, remembering every touch, lick, and kiss she’d ever given 

me. I glanced at her face, and her eyes flared as if she was in trouble for saying such a thing.

“Sorry.” She lifted both hands in some kind of surrender. “It’s just...it’s new. You’ve never 

Lust stirred through me. I tried to bite it back, tried to cling to the fact I was mad at her, but a 

need unlike any I’d ever experienced with any other person roared through my blood.

I had to shake my head and blink myself back to the present, remind myself where I really was 

and what I was doing. And that was most definitely not Remy Curran.

“It’s, uh...Eva gave it to me as the best man gift. I figured I should wear it today.”

She nodded, agreeing. “Well, it’s amazing. I think I just got pregnant.”

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Silent Scars

Surviving Series #4 

Releasing November 28, 2015

Self-Published 

What happens when you pray for death and you’re ignored?

But what if the last thing you want is to take your next breath?

To the world, Ryan is a hero, an ex-marine, brother, son and protector. He has devoted his life 

to keeping others safe. He will do anything and everything to ensure his loved ones are 

protected, even if that means destroying his very own soul. After an explosion on the battlefield 

ends his career in the Marine’s, Ryan is sent home with an honorable discharge. But the war 

He is home, he is free and he’s breathing, but he’s dead inside.

He wants nothing more than peace, but the nightmares in his mind will not grant him that. They 

taunt him, tease him and torture his waking moments. The darkness within him is slowly 

consuming him, blackness has seeped into his veins and is rotting his core. Ryan is a man on 

the edge of destruction. For once he is the one in need of saving. He needs a saviour.

Ryan is commissioned as a bodyguard to Aloura Cavendish. When he initially meets her, he 

believes her to be a spoiled rich brat, wasting his time. But the fire inside her astounds him. 

When he pushes, he never expects her to push back. When he runs, she chases. For the first 

time in his life, Ryan has a protector willing to fight his demons. The only problem – he is too 

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Hi! What to say about myself...I don't really have anything interesting to offer other than I love to 

read, and create stories for others to enjoy. I've always been told I have a vivid imagination, I 

just lacked the confidence to pursue putting it onto the the written page. But finally I embarked 

on making a single dream come true.

I love to read, and write. I only read romance, any genre really, but it has to have a beautiful 

romance. I also demand a HEA, even if it takes two or three books to get there. Reality is too 

broken and jaded without having to live through the trauma and angst in a book for it to end 

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Excerpt for SILENT SCARS

That’s when I heard the music, the loud angry tones of Green Day’s “American Idiot” I 

grinned because it appeared Aloura wasn’t a fan of having us invade her life. 

“Gentlemen, I may not require your services. It appears I will just strangle my daughter 

myself.” Graham, uttered sarcastically as we headed towards the loud music. When we reached 

the open doorway he strode through, leaving Will and I to follow. My douche of a brother paused 

causing me to walk into his back. I peered around the doorway and froze. There was no other 

way to describe it – her – other than absolute perfection. She was dancing around the room, her 

body moving with such fluidity that she almost floated. The music died immediately and she 

stopped. Her attention fixed on her father who had stopped the music. She slapped her hands 

down over her hips and breathed up at the ceiling. Her shoulders lifted and fell with each breath 

she pulled in. She glared at her father’s back again as he came towards us and then she caught 

sight of Will and I standing at the door gawping at her like two morons. I straightened and 

smoothed my hands over my head. It’s a habit I developed after I was discharged from the 

hospital. I hate the constant reminder marring my skin that I fucked up. That people died 

“Sweetheart,” Graham gritted out through his teeth. “These are the gentlemen I was telling 

“The ones with tight arses and buns you want to bite?”

I spluttered a laugh as her father turned crimson. The silver in his hair glistened against his 

skin. Will glanced at me, trying to hide his smirk. 

“That’s what you said this morning isn’t it?” She asked batting her eyelashes at him. She 

headed over to a black piano in the corner of the room and picked something up from the top, 

when she held them up to her face I realised she was putting glasses on. She turned and 

blinked a few times in our direction and her cheeks turned a really beautiful shade of pink. She 

ran her hands over her black hair, which was pulled back in a messy knot type thing. Then she 

trailed them down her body, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. It was fascinating watching her 

“I should have punished you more as a child.” He glared at her, but there was no mistaking 

the small curl of his lips of the undeniable love shining in his eyes. 

“So this is my horrible little brat, Aloura.”

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Excerpt: Final Debt


“READY TO DIE, Nila?”
Cut’s voice physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees. The ballroom splendour mocked me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner.
Velvet and hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks smuggled—a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of the guillotine dais. No finesse. No pride. Just a raised podium, framework cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side.
“Don’t do this. Cut…think about what you’ve become. You can stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg but I’d vowed not to beg. I’d seen things, understood things, and suffered things I never thought I would be able to endure. I refused to cry or grovel. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“In five minutes, this will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker basket.
The wicker basket.
I didn’t want to think about what its contents would be.
He placed it on the other side of the wooden block.
My lungs demanded more oxygen. My brain demanded more time. And my heart…it demanded more hope, more life, more love.
I’m not ready.
Not like this.
“Cut—”
“No. No more talking. Not after everything you’ve done.” Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he didn’t hesitate. No fanfare. No second guesses.
I cried out as the scratchy blackness engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat.
The Weaver Wailer chilled me. The diamond collar that’d seen what I’d seen and whispered with phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke its claim and detach from around my neck.
This was it.
The Final Debt.
Cut pushed my shoulders forward.
A heavy yoke settled over the top of my spine.
I closed my eyes.
I said goodbye.
I waited to die.

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One Week Earlier

“NO!”
I pushed back, gripping the handrails of the private jet, throwing my weight against Daniel’s incessant pushing. “Stop!”
“Get up the fucking stairs, Weaver.” Daniel jabbed his elbow into my spine.
I stumbled, bashing my knee against the high tread. “You can’t do this!” How had this happened? How had mere hours turned the entire universe against me? Again.
I wanted to smash every clock. Tear out the cog from every watch.
Time had once again stolen my life.
Jethro!
Daniel cackled. “I think you’ll find we can.” He shoved me higher.
My heart hurt—as if every mile between us and Hawksridge was a blade slicing me further from Jethro’s protection—a disharmony in an already discorded symphony.
One moment, I’d been love-bruised and adored, tiptoeing back into the Hall; the next, I was trapped, forced to dress in jeans and a hoodie, and obey Daniel as he lurked in my doorway, barking orders to pack a few meagre belongings.
He hadn’t left me alone.
His eyes followed my every move. I couldn’t grab the gun I’d hidden thanks to Jasmine. I couldn’t text Jethro to tell him I’d been caught. All I could do was run around my room with my lover’s release still damp on my inner thighs and submit to my nemesis.
The only saving grace was beneath Daniel’s hateful stare, I’d managed to pack the clothing I’d altered a few weeks ago. The cuffs full of needles and hems armoured with tools of my seamstress trade. Those garments were my only hope. There was no loophole. No way to refuse.
I had to trust Jasmine would get word to Jethro. That he would come for me…
Before it’s too late.
The desolation I’d suffered when Daniel first caught me faded to indignant anger. I’d been so close to being free. I’d been in Jethro’s arms. I’d been away from his psychotic family. My heart hardened a little toward Jethro for making me go back.
Why? Why did you send me back?
I didn’t know if I’d have the courage to forgive him.
You know why. And you will. Of course, you will.
I couldn’t hate him because I wasn’t selfish. He’d sent me back to protect all of us. Those precious few who’d accepted him and he’d accepted in return. Love was the worst enemy, winding its commitment, ensuring no freedom when it came to clearheaded thinking of adversity.
Jethro loved too much. Felt too much. Suffered too much. And his siblings would be our downfall. Kestrel and Jasmine relied on him—just like I did. The responsibility of settling his family’s wrongs was a terrible burden to bear.
But he’s not alone.
I might’ve been stolen. Jethro’s plans to save me might be ruined. But I was still alive. Still breathing. I wasn’t the naïve girl who’d first arrived at Hawksridge. I was a woman in love with a Hawk. A Weaver who would draw Hawk blood.
It’s not over…
Pain exploded in my spine as Daniel stabbed me with his fist. “Get in the fucking airplane.”
“No!” I threw myself backward, looking frantically at the private hangar. We weren’t at Heathrow, but a small, private airfield called Turweston. “I won’t!”
No strangers I could call for help.
No police or air marshals.
When Daniel had stalked me from my room and shoved me outside, Cut had been waiting. With a victorious smile, he’d stuffed me in the back of a limousine.
With a purring engine, we’d pulled away from Hawksridge, tyres crunching on gravel as we followed the long driveway off the estate.
My eyes had scoured the trees, their silhouettes growing stronger as the sun tinted the sky with pink blushes. Daniel and Cut sat opposite me, toasting each other with a chilled bottle of champagne. However, I hadn’t been alone on my side of the limo—I had a guard.
Marquise, Bonnie’s damn henchman, sat beside me; a mountain of muscle, unyielding and impenetrable.
“Come along.” A strange voice raised my gaze.
A man in a captain’s uniform smiled from the top of the aircraft steps. The private plane’s fuselage glinted in graphite grey. Sparkling diamonds, inlaid in the shape of a windswept ribbon, decorated the tail.
“I don’t want to leave England.”
Daniel laughed behind me. “Like you have a choice.”
“I always have a choice, Buzzard.” I glowered over my shoulder. “Just like this choice of yours will not end well for you.”
If I don’t kill you, Jethro will.
As far as Daniel knew, his slain brother was supposedly rotting in some unmarked grave. Jethro was right. The element of surprise trumped any of Cut and Daniel’s grand delusions.
He snarled, “Watch it, bitch. Everything you say to me here will be paid in full when we’re there.”
“Now, now. No need for threats.” The captain climbed down a rung, holding out his hand. “She’ll get on board. Won’t you, my dear? No need to be afraid of flying. I have an exemplary record.” White hair tufted from either side of his pristine flying cap. In his mid-fifties, he looked fit and toned and impatient to take off.
“I can’t leave.”
I can’t be so far from Jethro.
The captain smiled, waving at his vessel. “Of course, you can. Plus, I bet you’ve never travelled in such style.”
“It’s nothing against your mode of transport. It’s the destination I disagree to. I’m staying here.” I dug my heels into the metal grate, fighting against Daniel’s perpetual pushing. “I don’t have my passport, visa… I can’t travel across borders, so you might as well let me return home.”
Home.
Had Hawksridge Hall become my home?
No, don’t be absurd.
But Jethro had. It didn’t matter where we ended up. What we did for work. How our lives panned out. As long as I was alive with Jethro by my side…I would be home.
“Don’t fuss about that.” The captain waved his hand in invitation. “Travel is good for the soul.”
Not my soul.
Travel meant my soul would become untethered from my body, thanks to Cut and the Final Debt.
The sun barely peeked over the horizon, hidden by soupy fog and reluctant night. The world refused to warm, unable to shed the morning frost or dislodge the claws of winter. England didn’t want to say goodbye as much as I did, its reluctant dawn wanting me to stay.
“If you don’t get on the motherfucking plane in two seconds, Weaver, you’ll live to regret it,” Daniel growled.
I glared at the youngest Hawk. “Haven’t you learned by now your threats don’t scare me?”
Forcing myself to stand taller, I hid the quaking in my bones, the quivering in muscles, the rampant terror scurrying in my blood. “I know where you want to take me, and I refuse.”
Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. A second later, he cuffed me on the back of the head. “Behave!”
I gritted my teeth against the wash of agony.
“Almasi Kipanga is a fucking treat for the likes of you, Weaver. Get on your knees and show some goddamn appreciation. Otherwise, I’ll rip out your fucking tongue and ensure peace for the rest of the trip.”
“Ah, as I said, there’s no need for violence.” The captain took another step, prying my hand off the railing and tugging me upward. “Come along, my dear. Let’s get you inside. And don’t you worry about visas and things. Leave it to me. Airport control won’t be an issue.”
Vertigo cast the world in monochromatic greys as I swayed toward the captain. “But—”
Cut barrelled past Daniel—reaching the end of his patience. Grabbing my arse, he shoved me upward, forcing me like unwilling livestock up the final steps. “I have your passport, Nila. Get on the plane.” His breath skated over the back of my neck. “And don’t think about refusing again. Got it?”
Gripping the fuselage, I looked over my shoulder. “My passport? How did you—”
He waved a black binder in my face. “Everything is in here. You have no more excuses, and I won’t ask again. Get on the fucking plane or I’ll knock you out and you can wake up when we get there.”

Series Reading Order
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Debt Inheritance (Indebted #1) FREE

First Debt (Indebted #2)
Second Debt (Indebted #3)

Third Debt (Indebted #4)

Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)


Final Debt (Indebted #6)
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Indebted Epilogue (Indebted #7)
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About the Author:
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Her Dark Erotica books include:
Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)

Her Grey Romance books include:
Destroyed

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